laugh_to_keep_from_dying
raze
the
three
of
us
splitting
sides
in
the
face
of
unfathomable
loss
him
with
what
hair
he
still
has
wet
and
swept
back
by
the
teeth
of
a
borrowed
comb
you
bedridden
and
biting
with
your
words
and
me
running
interference
in
a
room
that
isn't
his
or
yours
or
mine
250227
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from